Shy Plays, Frigid Plays

I wanna meet you in the garden
where we can wear our royal crowns
hidden from the sights of outside world

I wanna forget all our burdens
binding our dreams to the ground
wanna tell you thousands things without words

The Moon with its silly face
Watching our little silky plays
so obsolete
so elderly

I wanna take you to an island
where we can shed our stupid prides
making love in shards of looking glass

I wanna meet you in the garden,
drink to our dreams from paper cups
caressing in weed of future shine

The Moon with its silly face
Watching our scary frigid plays
so obsolete
so elderly